B. 5

Trust, this chapter you after, finna dropdead if ya paddle the wrong shifter, imma take this double clutch dip her, move to this thrust I'm 'enriched' with, verb.. My actions will count for themselves, have you ever heard of a thing called nerves mothafvcker.. You've asked and ye shall receive once it's done, business is the word.. All else aside, stop hidin' your emotions, I can see through the money pit, ain't it so absurd?.. Make a move on me partna, Imma split you a new one, the side that you deserve, serve you up a true pun, get a taste of my dessert.. I'm going to leave it at that for the individual timewasters, I swear to God, they calculatin' the wrong dime playa.. I mack 11's, fvck the 9's, keep at it busters, my penny is still in prime..

It rhymes w/ sketchy minus s&k

She lies in the body of a water well pool way, half up above where no other but her two lays.. Them eyes underneath those shades lookin' for the truth, stray.. for a second, DayWake and the tunnel vision sets for the shoot take.. One shot for the camera, I'm the chaser, would you say.. I'm just a guy with a passion for the wordplay, even though it's so and so, I limit it with intentions, things I don't need to say.. Anyways, I dedicate this for what have you, your mother, the other, it's a blessing not a taboo.. I mean, you know what I mean, I mean good things for the worse, but none of that, 'specially on the best day on earth..

ESCO&ESCI

You either get Arrested or Escape, cuz each Game has a Case, get Booked on Face it's High Definition, new A.C.E.. Broken Ass Home Gets Fvcked Every Day Comma... a through g '98 - '04 (insert title), h '05 (insert title), i through j '06 - '07 (insert title), k through m '08 - '10 (insert title), n through p '11 - '13 (unLabeled)... a - j (strike 1), k - m (strike what), n - p (est. 1985 to Life)... e's and o's are just b's and c's cuz I do it for the 1 and 2 the 3... to Fix Guilt, Trust, and Sorrows...

B. 0

Makin' a dolla' out of 11 cents.. is not what it's bout.. Fvck the bvllshit, I'm out.. at the shop, kickin' bricks against the slouch.. Up off the couch, gettin' bread, not to amount.. The snitch can dig a ditch for this count, one year from Sunday, take that trigger and denounce.. Homie set free, no litter to be found..

T. 0

Rain come and drop, a life stain to begot.. I like to dwell in the depths of, I can't tell, you come and watch.. A dark sight, more like, comin' down and it won't stop.. Night after night after, it's cuckoo clock.. I'm not talkin' on one, it's spit that I cough.. Perusin' in a coma, eyes blocked blood shot.. A view of the hunger, run skrew with the block, pay dues with my rubber, feel shoes, they don't talk.. These soles kick up dirt, you can't tell, soul search and it mocks.. The hell hole that is work won't fail, be it worth and it knocks.. That spittin' image of a hustla, ring, sale, and you stock.. A lifetime supply of, a product you can't stop.. The lifeline that you tie up, what fam, the side who grew you up, or blood is thicker than river, that stream is conflictin' and severed, no more drops.. Like a faucet when it drips, you get a grip of the lot, when it's fixed B, who's side you gon' pick, is it not..

B. 4

I don't remember the last tear drop, sometimes when a thousand thoughts hit the Indy five, I go berserk holdin' onto a false hope until it sides.. Tie ropes in December, that box I hide.. Jack Box is dismembered, how head is high, so high I can't recall a damn thang the night I tried.. Shit, I didn't try enough, there's always a tiny light, pinhole, the size of lies.. Where I can depend on my folks, when, who, and why.. I tend to spin on a roast, lend truth to these eyes.. I won't pretend what I post, instead decide.. Unless you contend what I chose, this life I ride.. Design sin from a dose of a dying kind, I write forth to resuscitate, the human guide.. Aka...

B. 2

Her red organ is empty, profusely splintered from bent leaks, withered and demented from each and every stench of the beast.. Known beauty, her time is well spent on the screens.. Rose ruby, she is a bell primed big shot on her next big movie.. Critics can't undo she,. is hated on fvck what they say, straight unruly.. Anyways, back to dat ass, I'm rooting.. Haters can shut they trap, mouthin' back is polluting.. On them blog sites, articles, newsfront, treat 'em like a particle, let 'em smash head on accelerated to tha death, they'll amuse me..